"Where are you trying to take us?"
"Somewhere that can determine the facts."
"You're not with the Trident Sword, nor are you with the Beta Town Management Committee, much less the First University enforcement team." Zheng Qing shook his head, refusing the request of the North District wizard named Alban. He emphasized, "On the contrary, I'm a publicly funded student at First University. I have the right to handle conflicts within the school... though I don't intend to exercise that right right now."
Jeers vaguely rose from the surrounding shadows. Alban's pale face flushed red, and the frog clenched in his hand stuck out its tongue as its eyes were squeezed nearly out of their sockets.
"You know, we can use force." With his other hand, he drew the somewhat tattered spellbook from his waist and spoke hoarsely.
"You know, we also have the right to resist." Zheng Qing answered with a hint of humor. He reached into the Gray Cloth Bag and felt around, only to realize awkwardly that he had no usable spellbook.
His spellbook was bound by his belt and stuffed at the very bottom of the Gray Cloth Bag. He had originally planned to find time to discuss it with the professor. As for his rune guns—both of them had been confiscated.
In other words, aside from a few charged talismans, the young publicly funded student currently had no convenient means of casting spells.
Just as he was feeling awkward, a spellbook appeared before him.
Jiang Yu held up her own spellbook between them and repeated what the boy had just said:
"We can leave proof of identity, and you can file a complaint with Beta Town, but you have no right to detain any First University student without authorization. That's against the rules."
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